What Crosses My Mind

  • The Anger Inside

    When do we how Can we maneuver a set of stairs splattered wood we used to play with the creaks the middle of the night Self-made horror stories. We used to play with pain One day it became anger ©️Thom Amundsen 8/2020

  • When A Mass Shooter Commits Suicide

    I feel lost and helpless, out of control, I cannot fathom the pain that is now endured by the family, the friend, the community, the loss of life so random and unexpected, … and this has nothing to do with the shooter.   I’m left in a fury of angst and simple confusion, I know…

  • When Once We Stood Together

    Today I remember then, only when I cannot quite comprehend. I know it was with intrigue I wondered about time, was this perhaps the proper sign. I would look to wonder each new design a telling of a simple future. Seems we all have a memory whereby we might all recall sweet passion was most…

  • Whose Fight Is This?

    When did the word respect become a distant memory. Whenever the wind blows a certain way, do we have to only comply. While a thought crosses the mind of a quiet soul, we might think of another’s low. ~ The other afternoon, I noticed them gathered together, realized their fortune to be each other only…

  • Losing Faith

    When unwrapping the sheer plastic skin surface shield a film we all seem to carry around we only release it when the time is right, we feel safe, compelled to take the next step toward independence from that which confines our resilient human condition ~ How quickly can we rush to the water’s edge, that…

  • Rage

    An internal fire Sometimes when released Makes the morning paper Elsewhere it just may not exist. Or at least We try to keep it hidden, Although for some it is a ritual Sadly, the evil is forced upon their soul Such evidence, So often directed Their bodies become immune Anticipating the next blow, Sustaining all…